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Kazuha was walking home from the police station. Her father was staying late, so she had offered to bring him a bento for dinner. Now she was heading home, not really having any other plans. She did stop in front of the museum though, looking at all the signs.
"What pretty jewels," she murmured, thinking maybe she should see if anyone wanted to go see it.
"What pretty jewels," she murmured, thinking maybe she should see if anyone wanted to go see it.
